I had a dream the other night in which I wore a nice periwinkle shirt over a black bra. After interacting with several people, including my wife, I noticed the fabric of my shirt was translucent and I could see my bra.
In the dream, nobody asked the question above. I was curious as to why. I was a man wearing a woman’s foundation garment, not to mention a shirt with the buttons on the other side, and nobody cared.
The implications of the experience shocked me. I began to wonder if people would care if I came out of the closet.
After careful consideration, I closed the door of closet and went back to my double life. The house of cards I built in my life stands as a monument of self-control. I will not tell another soul.
Love, Francine
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